#the sue syndicate

[howtotrainabraincell]

Nightmare

A/N: Had a really horrible nightmare and this is what I thought of in trying to calm myself down. Who better to help than my favorite twins?

Jacob and Evie Frye

In Jacob's case...

She was on the train when she had it. It woke her up suddenly, shaking in terror as tears fell in sudden succession. She felt like she couldn't breathe, and she felt panic as her eyes darted to every part of the room looking for a threat that wasn't there.

Jacob having a habit of holding her when they sleep is woken up by the lack of her safely in his arms. Groggy he searches for her, the search not taking long when his eyes fall onto her back where she sits not too far away on the edge of the bed.

Still wrapped in the sheets her shoulders are moving in quick succession and he can hear her soft sniffles. It isn't long before her hand reaching up to wipe at her face is the definitive sign that she's crying.

Hoping not to scare her he speaks gently, moving to sit up as he speaks, so his movement alerts her of him being awake.

"Love? What is it? Are you alright?"

A few seconds pass before she responds softly. "Nightmare."

He understands nightmares. He has some scary ones himself that keep him up later than he would like. Seeing how affected she is he becomes concerned for his love, realizing that this is one of the worst ones she's had.

When he reaches up to gently touch her shoulder, he's instantly concerned by how she flinches and turns to look at him. Upon asking what happened the younger Frye immediately feels sympathy for her. He knows that now isn't the time for jokes, so he opts to offer her something more helpful.

“Would you like me to distract you?”

It’s a few moments before she responds stuck in her own head.... before she reaches over to grab his hand and cling to it weakly. “I just need you here with me.”

She lays back down allowing Jacob to wrap her in his waiting arms and Jacob will hold her for as long as she needs hoping to give her as much comfort as she brings him.

In Evie's case...

They were together at her love's home spending some time together and when it got too late (read: who are we kidding these two planned to have this sleepover lol) and the elder Frye ended up spending the night.

They've reached the point in their relationship that they've told one another about their dreams. Evie has shared her occasional nightmares, and her love has shared with her that she has her own. Secretly her love had hoped Evie's presence would keep the nightmares at bay, but their night together comes after a gang war earlier that day...where a Blighter killed a child.

She wakes up in a cold sweat before checking to see that she hasn't woken Evie up. She didn't. The assassin is still fast asleep and sprawled out peacefully beside her.

A glass of water will help, she thinks.

It doesn't. So, she sits in front of the window in her bedroom and watches the streets of London at night.

It isn't too long until Evie wakes up. She figures that her love will return in a moment as it isn't unusual for her to get up for some water or a pair of socks. But when she feels the lack of warmth on her lover's side of the bed, she knows that it's been some time since she was in bed.

And so, the search for her love begins. But she doesn't search for long, finding her on the window bench tucked against the glass.

Evie knows that the nightmare must have really shaken her because her skin is cold to the touch, meaning she's been out of bed for a while without warmth - and if Evie knows anything about her love, it's that she doesn't like being cold.

Her words are gentle as she sits beside her on the bench, placing a light hand on her knee. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

Her voice cracks. Evie can tell that she's been crying. "I had a nightmare."

"Would you like to tell me? Or just sit here together?"

She fiddles with the hem of her nightgown. "It's...a lot."

Evie smiles at how her love tries to spare her talking about her feelings, although she has listened to the elder Frye's own troubles without hesitation too many times to count before.

"I'm more than willing to listen love."

She’ll patiently listen to her rant about the nightmare even if it doesn’t make sense or she rambles in fear about it, unable to stop her panicked babbling. Evie finds her love endearing as she worries about her incoherent rants annoying the assassin. Evie isn't annoyed at all. She's concerned for her love and understands where she's coming from.

The two talk for a long time and when the sun starts to come up, they watch the new day come alive together. Evie looks to her love to ask her if she would like a cup of coffee...only to find her peacefully resting against her shoulder fast asleep.

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

Art Edit Credit to Roberto Coltro

[kellysue]

I’ve always known David López was a great artist. He’s proven it time and time again, whether it’s on superhero projects like Captain Marvel and All-New Wolverine or his Panel Syndicate series Blackhand & Ironhead. But when FML — his upcoming Dark Horse Comics series with writer Kelly Sue DeConnick, colorist Cris Peter, and letterer Clayton Cowles — was announced, I had a feeling that it would be the type of project that could prove he wasn’t just a great artist, but one of the best. And you know what? I was right.

[elvis1970s]

Fairytale, a Pointer Sisters cover, was recorded by Elvis in early 1975 and featured as an album track on Today, released in May of that year. It would remain in the live set right up to the end. This joyous version was captured in a good quality audience recording during Elvis' dinner show in Las Vegas on August 20th, 1975. He's in such great form that it's actually quite hard to believe that following the second show that night, the engagement would be abruptly cancelled (just three nights in) and Elvis would be flown back to Memphis and admitted to hospital.

United Press international (UPI) issued a syndicated report on the sudden cancellation;

“…He just got very tired and fatigued and we thought it would be best if he cut his show here short this time rather than run into complications," said Dr. Elias Ghanem, the singer's Las Vegas physician. "We can't find much wrong with him. One of the liver enzymes is elevated and what he needs is rest…”

Dr Ghanem (1939-2001) enjoyed an enviable lifestyle from his business activities and from billing a number of wealthy and undoubtedly generous Las Vegas entertainers for treatment of, amongst other things, ‘Vegas Throat’ – raspy soreness caused by a combination of the dry desert air and the air-conditioning (and passive smoking) within the hotels and casinos. He was also a proponent of the sleep diet; a regimen of weight loss that appeared to involve the patient being sedated for much of the time and consuming liquid nutrition during rare moments of consciousness. Elvis himself had availed himself of this regime on at least one occasion.

The Irish Times wrote an obituary for Dr Ghanem upon his death from renal cancer in 2001.

“…He was Elvis Presley's personal physician, as well as the doctor for Elvis's posthumous son-in-law Michael Jackson. Although his patient list also included Liberace, Bill Cosby, Ann-Margret, and Virginia Kelley (the mother of former President Bill Clinton), it was Ghanem's relationship with The King which first brought him under the spotlight of unwanted notoriety. When ABC's television programme '20-20' reported that he had supplied the drugs which essentially killed Presley, Dr Ghanem threatened to sue - but he never did…”

The article also noted that Ghanem had been the subject of an FBI investigation over billing, but never charged, and that Colonel Parker had a financial interest in Ghanem's clinic situated conveniently adjacent to the Las Vegas Hilton.

"...Ghanem expanded his practice to include a chain of clinics around Las Vegas, treating literally thousands of patients. He proposed innovative umbrella health-insurance schemes long before they came into vogue, and signed contracts with the Hotel and Casino Workers' Union, by far the largest group of workers in Nevada. The arrangement was obviously a profitable one for Ghanem, but union leader John Wilhelm, recalled that during a protracted six-year strike at the Frontier Casino, Ghanem treated every worker free of charge and delivered over a hundred babies for the striking workers..."

Following the cancellation, Elvis was flown back to Memphis where he was admitted to a private suite on the top floor of Baptist Memorial Hospital. His next professional engagement was back in Las Vegas in December making up for the cancelled shows.

[thesmpisonfire]

is it wrong that i absolutely despise how this all came to light? as in, it all being so public instead of actually just being the creators lea approached apeaking to quackity, then us getting Q's announcement of a pause to do an internal examination and then later on a statement about what was going on? (which is how i believe it would have been worked out, had it not been so..... all of this)

like, on one side i am glad that this came all to light because obviously, it allows us as an audience and the main interested party in the project (as an audience) to put pressure in the conditions for the admins being fair and correct. but at the same time it's now leading to ill-intentioned looks onto the personal situations of the admins in an attempt to make them even more of a victim that they may or may not have been

like, as much as there was clearly a pressure on multiple of the admins (and update account admins/translators specifically, apparently) it's not right for anyone to start assuming EVERYTHING is tainted by being forced to do stuff or being scared of losing their job

i've also seen people bring up how "i cant believe all of this time we havent had credits for all of ricardao's art" when like. he specifically said he had asked to not give any of his @ or name because he didnt want people to find him

it's infuriating seeing the ramifications of all of this, and how it's morphing as the talks keep going, and i cant even imagine how the admins could ever feel if they saw people speculating like that about experiencesthey have spoken about in a non-negative way

Same, specially how now there's literally a french organization that helps syndicates trying to get testimonies about the admin team in order to sue Quackity Studios. Lea has all 4 active qsmp french members writing a doc to show >> directly << to Quackity and Antoine admitted she went off the plan when going public. They all wanted her back but with all the info she leaked she's def not going back (Pomme is staying im 100% sure since she did nothing wrong)

Anyway. We shall see

[branched-man]

City City

Austin: It’s a joint project between Nideo and the Frontier Syndicate. They’re inventing the perfect city. A divine city. The divine city. The City city. City: the city. What’s past a Divine? The city. The City. City City is the next city to be built on Palisade. It’s also the Next City to be Built on Palisade. City City is the future. City City is the Past - capital P. City City comes next. City. City City is The City. I imagine your Curtain folks would, uh, could see this as “The City City” too, a city where city happens. A city where tomorrow is Tuesday and today? It’s Monday city! City is a verb in City City, but city? In City City, city is a noun, too. You’re City. I’m City. Welcome to City.

So. Uh. That’s what it is. If you don’t understand that, then I can’t help you. So. So that's the furthest west Nideo city in this eastern province of yours.

Art: I want you to know that, uh - and this is probably going to be in the episode's description - that we're not responsible if you, after listening to that last section while driving your car, drove off the road and died.

[Jack laughs] Austin, laughing: Legally.

Art: We're not liable for damages, your heirs can't sue us, this was all spelled out in the description, thank you for listening-

Jack, laughing: We appreciate your custom. Have you tried going to friendsatthetable.cash?

Austin: Have you tried going to city.city?

[sephirthoughts]

Could you do 5 and 10 for Valenwind in the new ask game?

5. I personally HC Sephiroth as Vincent’s bio son (i don’t care about canon support i just like this as a story element), accomplished by some highly unethical in-vitro fertilization Lucrecia did with his genetic material (not because they had sex poor vinnie absolutely died a virgin) so he wasn’t aware sephiroth was technically his till much later.

Based on both their characters, I think Vincent and Cid would want to have a child together, and Shera would be a fuckin BRO and surrogate for them.

So, thus far they’ve got two kids; one baby girl named Olivia (ollie) with Vincent’s features, and one semi-psychotic thirty-something superhuman who keeps showing up at their house because he found out he has a baby sister and they literally can’t keep him away.

I think maybe one more, eventually, using Cid’s genetic material because poor Cid. he deserves to pass on those sexy rocket scientist pilot genes! though i do think it’s a hilarious idea that Cid has actually slept with women and doesn’t have a single bio kid, whereas Vincent, who has never touched a woman in his life, has TWO bio children. 💀💀💀

i guess that means three kids in total. if you don't count yuffie. which i do not.

10. The thing about them both being old men is that they have aged past the point where they have any shame whatsoever, so they don't really hide anything they watch from the other. that said, there are things they share and things they don't.

Vincent: the vast quantity of available television is fascinating to Vincent, who grew up watching Dark Shadows, Get Smart, Hogan's Heroes and whatnot, in syndication. He'll watch almost anything once, from sheer eager curiosity, but he mostly dislikes everything. The exceptions are:

-C-dramas. He loves them. the more batshit and ridiculous and full of crying in the rain and giant battles and long-haired sword gays the better. Also it's a good way to expose Ollie to his other native language as much as possible. Cid will fall directly asleep when one of these is on, so it's good for putting the husband down for nappies when he's fussy. -any kind of cooking or baking competition. he has very strong opinions on mary berry and paul hollywood. also he loves mel and sue but thinks that tryhard noel can fuck off.

Cid: television is hit and miss with Cid, because of his ADHD so he either hyper-focuses on a show and binges the whole thing, or falls asleep/wanders off. the exception is anything that falls into the category of what he considers essential shows for ollie's enrichment, which he watches with her. these include but are not limited to: -spongebob squarepants -carl sagan's the cosmos -M*A*S*H -the simpsons (seasons 4 through 11) -airwolf -star trek (original series) -phineas and ferb -macgyver -the twilight zone

also a bunch of old western and war movies

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

The second round of municipal elections in São Paulo begins with fake news

Governor of the state, Tarcísio de Freitas, claimed without proof a link between crime and votes for the left

On Sunday (27), during the voting for the second round to choose São Paulo's new mayor, the Governor of the state, Tarcísio de Freitas, spread fake news about a connection between the PCC (Primeiro Comando da Capital or Capital's First Command, in a rough translation), a Brazilian organized crime syndicate, had supported vote intentions for the left-wing candidate Guilherme Boulos.  

In the afternoon, Freitas made those statements at his polling station, where he was joined by right-winger Mayor Ricardo Nunes, who is running for reelection and Boulos' opponent in the second round.  

Guilherme Boulos held a press conference to respond to unproven accusations, calling the claims "unprecedented lies." He also announced that he would sue Freitas for abuse of political power and spreading fake news.  

"I think it's unprecedented for a state governor to make up a lie on election day to try to influence the election results," said Boulos.   

Continue reading.

[cassieuncaged]

Tabula Rasa - A Mortal Kombat Oneshot

Summary: Rachel needs out of the grave she's dug for herself and there's only person who can help. Or how Nyx came to fruition.

TW: hit men, mentions of drugs, allusions to violence, allusions to death/murder, allusions to torture, language, etc.

WC: 2.5 K

A/N: Been trying to write this Nyx backstory oneshot for a while and finally got it written. Special thanks to @chadillacboseman (Alex), @quantum-lover (Kate), and @roofgeese (Echo) for letting me use your OCs! 🤗💕

Sheets rustle as she rolls onto her back once more, the sound of car horns a cacophony from the streets below, dishes occasionally breaking in the restaurant on the first floor. The walls are paper thin, brick crumbling from the inside out.

The orange streetlights swaddle her in a glow, one that feels like a lesser version of the sun. Rachel huffs, feeling a phantom limb cling around her torso. When she and Noah were kids, he’d sneak into his sister’s room after endless nightmares, anchored to her middle lest he’d be snatched away. Blue eyes close tight, trying to focus on anything other than the life she’d left halfway across the country.

Loneliness was a small sacrifice to make if it meant her family was safe.

Eye lids pop open again as Rachel turns to her side a huff. Nightmares haunted her like the ghosts of the lives she’d taken, their faces etched into the folds of her brain. When she was little, dreams of becoming an engineer or a mathematician had flittered around in little head. A smart kid who’d seen opportunity slip through her fingers like sand in an hourglass.

Grades suffered, interests sank, fists collided with the soft cartilage of classmates noses.

She thought of her high school years, working at a run down gas station and selling weed to make ends meet. Trying to help Sue and Noah was difficult, constantly landing her in trouble with the police. The pigs didn’t give a shit if her intentions were good, they’d toss her in the clink for the night and make her sweat it out.

Enrolling in the military only made sense, especially with no money saved up for college. No perspective future to think about. The stipends from Uncle Sam could help her family get their footing, live comfortably. Never in a million years did she think it’d sink her like a boulder to the bottom of the ocean. It was like trudging through lurid garbage as she invaded underground syndicates, slowly fashioning the noose that would inevitably tighten around her own neck.

People of power requested hits, people that could make a lowly merc like her disappear into the ether if she didn’t comply. They’d massacre her family, leaving them nothing but splatter and gore back in Virginia. The hole she’d dug for herself was inescapable. Especially with the boss that she’d been working with for the last three years.

Mr. X. Or at least that’s what she called him.

The man was unknown to her, sending out orders anonymously, having suited associates meet her in upscale bars in shadowed booths. A name would be finely printed upon a business card, hers to hunt for a hefty exchange of cash. Enough to send back to her family, to keep them fed, clothed, and housed. Afterall, wasn’t this for a good cause? No one with so much clout would possibly send her after innocents…would they?

That thought gnawed at her, ate at her insides like a ravenous parasite until she decided to break free from her shackles, once and for all. Rachel found a few other mercs in the business that wanted out, met under the shadows of night, where no one could possibly find them. Then the others that she consulted started turning up missing before being found shot and disposed of in the annals of the city.

It wasn’t until her next hit had been sent that she even realized what had happened, who was responsible for the murders.

The little paper read the diligently written letters ‘KANO��� on one side, the other dressed with the words ‘YOU’RE MINE. FOREVER’. Her stomach knotted as the associate limberly unfolded himself and strode out of the club and into the darkness of night.

……

The Black Dragon Fight Club was mythological, having been destroyed once only for another head to sprout like a hydra. That’s how Rachel regarded the facility that lay hidden in the industrial district of L.A. Her bike zipped past a slew factories and crumbling buildings, smog whipping at her helmet’s visor. She glanced at the viaducts that stretched past her right side like a white snake.

She wondered why Mr. X wanted Kano out of the picture. Her employer was most likely a well respected businessman or politician, clearly needing to protect his pristine identity from evil bidding. Kano was the sleazy yet deadly leader of an underground syndicate she was already familiar with; it wasn’t like the two ran in the same circles.

Regardless, it was a job. And Kano wasn’t innocent by any stretch of the word.

Gravel was spat out in a cloud of dust as her Ducati slid down a pebbled drive, quickly ushered to a haggard concrete building. The structure was old and stained, likely the remnants of an old factory that was shut down by a whistle blower.

A few beefy men are stationed outside the front doors, obviously guarding the entrance, muscles rippling and lined with bulging veins. Dark eyes followed the stranger the minute she zoomed towards them like a road runner. Rachel takes her helmet off, long bleach blonde hair falling like a curtain against her leather jacket. Stones crunch beneath her boots as she approaches the men, pulling a pack of cigarettes from her pocket.

“Either of you guys have light?” The one in a denim jacket with a faux hawk refuses to move while his partner, a bald man in a ripped t-shirt, produces a simple BIC lighter. White, supposedly the same that was found on Janis and Jimi after their deaths. But Rachel thought that was bullshit, carrying one in her pocket all fifty two weeks of her twenty seventh year, trying to tempt fate. “Thanks.”

With an easy flick, the flame dances. It’s practically the same color as the sun slipping past the mountainous horizon. One hand naturally curls around the skinny tip as it’s lit. Taking a deep drag, the blonde holds the smoke in her lungs before releasing it through flared nostrils like an agitated dragon. She can feel their greedy eyes falling on her pale skin as her head tips back in relief. Anything to get inside and case the facility.

“That do it for ya?” the bald man’s voice is surprisingly nasal, taking her by surprise though the emotion never spreads to her face. Instead, purple lips twitch into a pleased smirk.

Play their little game.

“I prefer bud, but this will do.” She winks, earning an enamored grin from one stranger, a frown from the other. Denim faux hawk doesn’t trust her, that much is evident based on the deepening scowl.

“What are you doing at the club?” he asks shortly, eyes becoming suspicious slits. “Weren’t expecting any newbies today.”

“No one really expects me,” she shrugs plainly, “Kinda just show up where I want, when I want.”

“Light a ghost,” the bald man chuckles in amusement, elbowing the other man in the ribs. “You looking for the big boss?”

“Maybe.” she flutters her eyes, brandishing that pretty shade of aquamarine. “Where might a girl like me find him?”

“Kano’s probably in his office,” the denim clad man responds curtly with a hint of resignation; she’s just a tiny thing, they’ll probably be carting her broken body out the backdoor in a few hours anyway. What’s the harm? “First floor, end of the hall. Try not to provoke him.”

“I’ll do my best,” she winks before they wrench the door open. The inside is drab, old linoleum chipping beneath black Doc Marten’s. Once the rusted metal clicks on it’s hinges, her smile drops instantly. Rachel is all business, ready to smoke out the vipers in their own nest.

……

Kabal sinks into a threadbare sofa, masked eyes trained on the doorway. The day is uneventful, leaving his attention drifting between the tube television broadcasting Wayne’s World and Alex and Kate huddled at a card table playing a dumb game. He sighs, breath tinny in the breathing apparatus. It’s like being a babysitter, but the kids have penchants for explosives and combustible radiation. Wearing the mask around them is futile really: they’ve both seen the scars and don’t care. But Kabal likes the mystique the mask brings.

“Uno!” Alex whoops a little too energetically, watching for Kate’s expression. Despite holding at least eight cards in her hand, bright blue eyes sparkle beneath fluorescent lighting.

“You sure about that?” She asks quizzically, watching as her opponent looks at his singular card with a bout of onset confusion.

“Pretty damn sure. Why?” this earns a little shake of her head, before slamming down a color changing card…with a draw four. “Fuck! How long have you had that up your sleeve?”

“Just got it!” she admits excitedly before her attention turns to the man on the sofa. “You sure you don’t want to play?”

“No.” Kabal sighs, boosting himself onto booted feet. “But ask me again when I turn eight.”

“What a ball buster,” Alex whispers, yelping when he earns a smack to the back of the head. He’s about to say something when a blur of black leather sashays past the doorway. The two chatter idly while the oldest of the three tries to gather his bearings.

“Who the hell was that?” Kabal asks in earnest, knowing neither of them were even slightly paying attention.

“Who?” Kate squeaks out before Alex answers playfully with:

“Your mom.” This stirs a bout of laughter while Kabal cranes his neck into the hallway. All he catches is a long curtain of bottle blonde hair swaying halfway down a leather jacket before the figure disappears into Kano’s office.

……

The room is dark, filled with the blackness of all consuming shadows. A robotic, red eye cuts through the them, boring through the intruder. A dark chuckle bubbles up the man’s throat as Rachel shifts uncomfortably, back pressed flat against the door.

“Wondering when the hell you were gonna show your pretty face, Rogers.” His voice is heavily accented, though she can’t discern whether it’s a British or Australian dialect. Her eyes widen, jaw tightened at this revelation.

“How do you know who I am?” her arms cross over her chest, gaze flickering to the figure standing behind the man. A woman with hair lighter than her own, callous and unflinching. Going by the lack of expression across a pale face, Rachel would almost think she was bored.

“It’s my job to know,” he says plainly, meaty fingers motioning to the vinyl padded chair across his desk. She does as expected, settling down stiffly before blue eyes flit to a shaved face and a gleaming head. “Wondered when you were gonna show up. Let me guess, you’re hear to blow my brains out?”

“Not quite,” she admits truthfully, but is more interested in the intel he has. His lips part into a smarmy smile, one that makes her guts knot. He could dispose of her without anyone knowing, erase her measly existence.

“A lot of people want me dead,” he shrugs, answering an unasked question, “Comes with the territory. But I’ve been counting the days until our paths finally crossed. You’re an enigma, you know that? Offing baddies like it’s nobody’s business, not even using a code name.”

“My enemies can find me, code name or not. Why change something you like?” bile crawls up her throat, prickling her tongue. She thinks about her mother, about Noah. How they’ve been threatened before, how they’d never be safe until her death. Not completely.

Mr. X is a tour de force, somehow knowing her every move before she even makes it. Rachel Rogers is imprisoned in this underworld, never to be released.

“You want to disappear, don’t ya?” She hates his voice, how it sends an involuntary shiver up her spine. He’s revolting, taunting her with what she’ll never have. “I give you what you want.”

“Oh yeah?” Now she’s cagey, wondering what he could possibly think he knows like a clairvoyant, “What’s that? What’s my deepest desire?”

“Tabula Rasa.” He speaks frankly, words slicing through her, “A blank slate. All of you freelancing mercs want that at some point.”

“How could you possibly offer that?” her arms tighten across her chest, worried he’ll see right through to her battered heart if she’s not shielded; she doesn’t like her bluffs being called, fears preyed upon.

“I know a guy. A few guys actually. But I don’t give anything away for free.” His timbre deepens, suddenly foreboding.

“What’s your cost?” heat rises up her cheeks as she attempts to quell blossoming anger. She’s cornered, with nowhere to run.

“You work for me. I provide the hits, you do your thing, you get cash. I only have one rule.” He steeples his fingers on the metal desk, “Don’t ask questions.”

“Why?” she cocks her head, genuinely befuddled.

“You should know by now that the less you know in this business, the better. Don’t give me a reason for Echo to poke holes in ya.” He gestures to the woman lurking in the shadows, who remains silent and diligent, studying Rachel like an insect under a magnifying glass. “Do we have a deal?”

“Do I have to live in this dingey warehouse?” she asks only half sarcastically, coming to take solace in her shit hole apartment. It wasn’t even on record that she lived there, only paying rent with wads of cash.

“I’ll make an exception.” Then that meaty hand is thrust across the desk, waiting to for her own to be proffered forward. “Deal?”

She sighs, tentatively inching forward until her fingers are gripped by a clammy palm, responding with a monotonous:

“Deal.”

……

Code names are fucking stupid.

At least, that’s what Rachel thinks.

Nyx.

That’s what Nyx thinks. The name is silly though it resonates for several reasons. She blends into the night and has a soft spot for Greek mythology. It doesn’t much matter, she thinks, plastering white hair dye into half of that thick blonde curtain, the other half covered with black. The sink is stained but she doesn’t give a shit.

The place is old but taken care of other than the occasional mess from bleach and dye. The Cure plays on a pristine turntable, accompanied by the occasional flittering of Ghost’s claws scraping the wood floor. Nyx thinks of how most women her age are getting married and having children. Her only children are a rambunctious white ferret and a row of house plants sitting dutifully upon their stands.

In only twenty-four hours, Rachel Rogers will be a figment of the past. Mr. X no longer able to threaten her family, placing her firmly under Kano’s thumb.

It’s the lesser of two evils she decides, attempting to drown out the little voice screaming in her ear. Then there’s a rapid scurrying, stopping in the bathroom doorway. The young rodent looks up with inquisitive, red eyes.

Nyx musters a grin, washing remnants of black and white from pale fingers before scooping Ghost against her chest. Marching into the living room, she settles on a plaid sofa that was found in a thrift shop. At least she isn’t alone in this cyclone of a life.

Not completely.

She thinks as whiskers tickle her chin.

[fancoloredglasses]

Universe of Evil (anyone else want to know their origin stories?)

[All images are owned by DC Comics and Hannah-Barbara. Please don’t sue me]

The concept of an “evil twin” is hardly a new concept, not even in comics. Earth-3 was a universe where the members of the Justice League were evil (forming the Crime Syndicate of America) prior to Crisis. This concept even was the subject on Superfriends. If you would like to watch it, it’s available on Max or behind your favorite paywall.

We open to a region in South America where…

That’s “TINY”?!

The dam’s crew works fast to divert the water flow before the dam breaks. Fortunately, the Invisible Jet and the Batplane are on the way!

…and they…destroy the dam?!...flooding out the villages below (this being Saturday Morning fare, they don’t mention the potential death toll)?! What the hell?

It turns out these are evil versions of the Superfriends (Superenemies?) We can tell due to the darker clothes and Robin’s evil mustache

…and Aquaman is sporting an eyepatch.

I want to take a moment to postulate how these versions of Our Heroes could’ve become Our Villains:

Kal-El could’ve easily been found by ruthless people who would teach him the importance of strength over compassion.

Princess Diana and Arthur Curry could’ve come from their homelands to conquer.

Bruce Wayne could’ve…actually, I have no clue what would’ve made his put on a cape and cowl to do evil (and train young Dick Grayson to do the same) I would love to hear your theories in the comments.

Meanwhile, Superman is on the way to cause Mount Vesuvius to erupt (if they’re willing to deliberately cause so must devastation, how is there any life left on Earth?) Superman squeezes the volcano to build pressure within.

Meanwhile in the main universe’s Hall of Justice, Gleek is bullying the Justice League (sigh…) computer into making him lunch.

Unfortunately, Gleek is as effective a barista as he is everything else.

On the other side of the Hall, the Trouble Alert sounds…

Superman races to the volcano to attempt to ease the pressure to keep it from erupting. Somehow, Superman’s efforts are felt in the Evil Universe, so Superman turns up the pressure…which causes our Superman to further ease the pressure, which causes evil Superman to…well, you get the point. This cycle continues until…

Superman is thrown free of the volcano, and suddenly it’s become night. He uses his super breath to halt the lava as Wonder Woman and Aquaman fly in.

Wonder Woman questions Superman’s state of mind, while Superman questions their fashion choices. Wonder Woman flies everyone back.

OK, so the entire world knows where their hideout is, yet the combined global military hasn’t levelled the place yet? I mean, I know Superman’s pretty much a god, but Kryptonite has to exist here, right?

Meanwhile, in our universe, the villagers plead with Superman to stop the eruption.

With that, Superman decides to head back to the Hall of Evil (he’s in for a long flight)

When he gets to the Hall of Justice, the Wonder Twins wonder why the volcano is still erupting if he’s returned, and that he needs to get to Switzerland to guard a transfer of gold bullion. So Superman flies to Switzerland and…

Meanwhile, at the Hall of Evil, Wonder Woman’s scans show Superman to have tendencies of “truth and justice.” Obviously, it needs a diagnostic. Then the Trouble Alert chimes. A police chief tells them that a diamond mine was robbed…

Superman is confused, and his confusion makes the rest of the Superenemies realize what happened. They then pull out guns that fire Kryptonite lasers as we go to commercial!

When we return…

…the Superenemies have gone full supervillain, placing Superman in Kryptonite chains and placing him in a chamber that’s quickly filling with water (why didn’t they just shoot him with the lasers?!)

Meanwhile in our universe...

(I’m not sure why Superman didn’t just fly away with the truck instead of taking the time to neatly stack the gold after cracking the truck open like an egg) Batman and Robin try to stop Superman, but this version of Batman isn’t paranoid enough to carry Kryptonite around just in case. Therefore…

Superman scoops then up in the remains of the truck, welds it closed with his heat vision, and flies off with the gold.

Meanwhile at the Hall of Evil, Superman tries to combine his super breath and his X-ray vision…

OK, that’s a deus ex Supershit stretch even by Superfriends standards. So of course it works. Superman then leaves to figure out how to get home. However…

…his escape did not go unnoticed as Gleek warns the rest of the Superenemies (wow, Gleek is actually USEFUL in this universe. It really IS reversed!)

Superman flies to Metropolis and sneaks around town to get to Metropolis University (why did he not change into Clark Kent?), and finds a scientist in her lab.

Somehow, she believes this cockamamie story.

She just so happens to have a substance made from antimatter that can send him back (WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!), but only at the spot where the transfer happened. She just has one request: return to defeat the Superenemies so that Earth can be free of their tyranny.

Back in our universe, Wonder Woman and Aquaman arrive to free Batman and Robin (couldn’t they just open the back door?) and tell the Dynamic Duo that Superman has taken over the Saudi Arabian oil reserves.

As if gas prices aren’t high already!

In Saudi Arabia, the world governments are bowing to Superman’s demands, but…

As expected, Superman makes short work of the Superfriends (after all, it’s not like Wonder Woman is a demigod that can match Superman’s strength or Batman would plan for how to defeat rogue Justice Leaguers Superfriends)

Back in the evil universe, Superman has returned to Mount Vesuvius, but…

Superman tries to flee, but the flask is shot from his hand and is caught by...

(Why can’t our Gleek be this competent?)

Unfortunately for Gleek, Superman catches up with him and gets the flask back…just as the Superenemies open fire! Superman quickly opens the flask and…

...switches places with his evil counterpart (despite the fact that the evil Superman was mopping the sand with the Superfriends over 2500 miles away in Saudi Arabia) The Superfriends are happy to be rid of evil Superman. However, Superman relayed his promise to the rest of the team…

Unfortunately this episode never got a sequel, so we never found out the fate of the evil universe.

[monrosemeadows]

Aiden Pearce in WD1: Exposes a corrupt mayor responsible for manslaughter, kills an elusive mob-boss, ends the Rossi-Fremont crime syndicate lead by the Viceroys, gives DedSec the middle-finger, Presses △ a bunch to pay respects, leaves a backdoor in Blume's highly guarded servers, survives 23K bullets to the head, puts a stop to the SC human-trafficking ring, breaks into and claims Blume's main servo bunker, survives and willingly continues to partake in whatever fresh hell those timed fixer contracts are, has the fucking ability to slow down time while planting bullets inside of people's craniums, buries about 56% of Chicago's petty criminals, effectively becoming batman at the end-game, walks away unscathed every time.

Aiden Pearce in WD2: Somehow gets captured by the most incompetent Russian gang in SF, is stupid enough to leave a breadcrumb trail, and sits in a cell like a dog on time-out for pissing on the rug, awaiting edgelord hackers to free him.

Aiden Pearce in WD Legion: Is old man, repeatedly reminds everyone he is an old man, and he doesn't move like he used to, can no longer hold his liquor like he used to. Forgot to mention he is an old man now, so reminds me again. Goes into a random coma that is never explained, somehow is now a bum living in a car, despite the ability to hack bank accounts,cards and ATMS, and despite him and Jordi still doing jobs together. Reluctantly puts on bigboy pants, gets shot, then becomes mary sue for the remainder of the DLC, then recovers and helps Wrench fight a Power Ranger/transformer-looking ass villain in a robot suit, goes through a catatonic manic state in which he finally repents for his evils, wants to literally bury the vigilante/fox and move on, then pretends none of that happened in the base game and continues being the vigilante/fox and continues to kill people, despite still reminding me that he is old now, and his brittle bones are brittle. Can only slow down time when he has beaten someone with his cane, because, let us not forget, he is an old man. Somehow joins DedSec, despite giving them the middlefinger 2 decades ago, because, yes, he is an old man and seemingly forgot why he refused to give DedSec access to his backdoor to Blume, and is now gramps Pearce to a bunch of English edgelords. Also never once questions why DedSec LNDN uses his fox symbol, but was OK with killing Defalt because DedSec Chicago whined about him using their logos for his music, because he is old and logic is for young people. Jackson is suddenly Canadian, but Grampa Pearce is OK with that.

What the actual fuck has happened to Aiden Pearce?

[winterpinetrees]

Exactly two people asked, but two people did ask! So here are my Villain Coded Kids.

These six characters are a small fraction of the marvel fan fiction that I dreamed up when I was 12 years old. I daydreamed about them constantly, and they carved a little hole into my brain so I could never stop thinking about them. It’s been over five years. These guys are often stereotypical, several names come from fantasynamegenerator.com, and they were invented alongside a self-insert mary sue who I cannot leave behind. That being said, I love them dearly. Who wants to meet them? If you don’t want to, simply do not read this post. This is entirely voluntary.

THE VILLAIN CODED KIDS!

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, there is a shield base in the middle of Manhattan. It’s where Captain America wakes up from his 70 years in the ice. But I don’t think it’s ever seen again. In my mind, it holds offices and training rooms, but in 2018, it is also home to six villain coded teenagers.

You are going to meet these kids as they were on some afternoon in the fall of 2018. They’ve been a team for about a month. It has been six months since Iron Man and Black Widow died in the events of Avengers Endgame. Six months since half of the population was killed and then revived, six months that the other half of the population has spent slowly forgetting five years of memories from the lost time known in canon as The Blip. The Sokovia Accords are exactly as unmerciful as they are in canon. Any unauthorized superpowered activity can be punished by arrest without trial or parole, and the only difference between a friendly neighbor hero and a prisoner is whether or not the local police like them. The police did not like these six kids!

……………

Imagine a common room like what you’d find in any college dorm. There’s a couch, some chairs, and a television. Six kids are gathered doing whatever. The oldest are 16 and in 11th grade and the youngest is 13 and in 8th grade.

The too tall boy drawing Voltron fanart on his IPad is Zachary Jesper. He is a vessel for the reality stone, which grants him near infinite power at the cost of chronic pain. He also shares a body with the villain from Thor 2. The stone (also called the aether) is eating him alive. He has a little sister that he hadn’t seen since May, and religious trauma that he hasn’t unpacked. He’s been doing pretty well in class lately, but is working on a YouTube video at the moment. Zach has long dark hair and sickly pale skin, which makes him look a bit like Loki, the supervillain that he has a crush on.

And the blond girl reading Lord of the Flies for homework? Her name is Cyrene, although that’s not the first name she’s tried out since running away from her transphobic home two years ago. She has two powers. Telepathy, and the ability to summon blades and whips of cyan energy. Back during the blip, she ran a criminal syndicate and hunted any billionaire or politician who dared to exploit others. For the record, she did quite a bit of bad stuff herself. Cyrene has also read Lord of the Flies before. It’s not a particularly accurate depiction of how people behave (it was written as satire!). She remembers the blip well enough to know that.

The oldest person in the room is Sarah “Sol” Torres, but she won’t turn 17 for another few weeks. She’s afro-latina with loose curly hair and eyes that look more golden in the sun. That happens a lot, because her ability is to summon and control sunlight. Sol is used to being the responsible oldest sibling. She’s fed up that her only two options are heroic perfection, or rotting in jail. Why can’t she just be a teenager? Who is she supposed to avenge?

The US government in this world has a lot of crazy tech. There’s an east asian boy tinkering with some of it while sitting on the couch. His name is Daniel Asato, and you’ll never see him without a pair of gloves. It’s convenient that he likes engineering, because his power is the ability to manipulate metal. He’s mostly used it for crime though. He’s wearing gloves and long sleeves because they cover long, jagged scars on his limbs. They also let him avoid physical touch. Six years ago, when he was just shy of 8 years old, Daniel was trapped under a collapsed building during the Battle of New York. His parents died instantly, but his brother bled out in his arms. Daniel hasn’t wanted to hold anyone else since.

Given any group of teens, someone is always taking a nap. That person is probably Noah Griffin, an african-american girl with powers too strong and uncontrollable to really be used in combat. She can control the weather, specifically wind and cold. Noah is a tomboy at this point, with a short, masculine hairstyle. She’s also hoping to be a woman in STEM and does environmental work when she can. Noah has a bit of survivors guilt because she knows how difficult it must have been for Hawkeye to convince the shady government organizations to set her free. She’s worried about the upcoming winter. What if she freezes New York City?

Last, youngest, but certainly not least is Vicky Khol (whether that’s short for Victor or Victoria depends on the day, she’s gender-fluid in the same way as Alex Fierro in Magnus Chase. Blame my 12 year old self). She’s a suntanned country kid with dirty blond hair dyed red at the tips. Her ability is mind control and illusions, but they don’t work through cameras. She’s not even in high school yet, and SO EXCITED to be a famous hero. She’s a mischievous theater kid with a traumatic backstory that she tries not to mention.

By all rights, these six kids should be dead by now. Instead, they got a second chance and are making the most of it. They are under unbelievable pressure from outside and inside forces. The worst of it is from a second team of teenagers, who are hero coded and were never in any danger to begin with. They fight frequently. It’s a game to the heroes, but the villains are fighting for their lives. It all turns out okay though.

…………

If you actually read that, I am in your debt forever. Literally. I will grant you any reasonable favor. Please reach out so I can know who I should thank! This is a small fraction of the lore. I also have two other completely separate stories. My brain would drive Cyrene mad.

[kwebtv]

From the Golden Age of Television

Series Premiere

Adventures of Superman - Superman on Earth - Syndicated - September 19, 1952

Superhero / Action / Adventure

Running Time: 30 minutes

Screenplay by Richard Fielding

Produced by Robert J. Maxwell  and Bernard Luber

Directed by Thomas Carr

Stars:

George Reeves as Clark Kent / Superman

Phyllis Coates as Lois Lane

Jack Larson as Jimmy Olsen

John Hamilton as Perry White

Robert Rockwell as Jor-El 

Aline Towne as Lara

Herbert Rawlinson as Rozan

Stuart Randall as Gogan

Tom Fadden as Eben Kent

Frances Morris as Sarah Kent

Danny Sue Nolan as Miss Bachrach

Dabbs Greer as man saved from dirigible

Jeffrey Silver as teenaged Clark Kent

[eridanisanenby]

Atlantis Attacks

Ant Ant

Arkham Asylum

Agent A (Alfred)

Amity Arkham

Amadeus Arkham

All-American comics

Baxter Building

Bombastic-Bag man

robert Bruce Banner

james Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

Black Blot/Blackagar Boltagon

elizabeth “Betsy” Braddock

Brian Braddock

william “Billy” Braddock

Billy Batson

Beast Boy

Blue Beetle

Boston Brand

BlueBird

Bouncing Boy

Carl “Crusher” Creel

Captain Carter

nathan Christopher Charles summers/Cable

Curtis "Curt" Connors

Caped Crusader

oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot

Captain Cold

Captain Carrot

Catherine Cobert

Cressida Clarke

Crocky the Crodile

Doctor Darrk

Doctor Destiny

Dorthy Duncan

Ding-Dong Daddy

yankee Doodle Dandy

Dinah Drake

Darla Dudley

Damien Darhk

(new) Fantastic Four

Four Freedoms plaza

Fin Fang Foom

Freedom Fighters

Freddy Freeman

Felix Faust

Guardian of the Galaxy

Green Goblin

Guy Gardener

Gorilla Grodd

Gotham Gazette

Gotham Globe

Gotham General

Green Guardsman

Golden Glider

Glorious Gordon Godfrey

Happy Hogan

Hank Hensley

Hank Hall (Hawk)

Henry “Hank” Henshaw

Hank Hall

Hippolyta "lyta" Hall

Hank Haywood

Jessica Jones

John Jonah Jameson

Katherine “Kate” Kane

Kristen Kringle

Kip Kettering

Lacie Lorraine

Loki Laufeyson

Lunella Lafayette

Lonnie Lincoln

Lois Lane

Lex Luther

Lighting Lad

Linda Lee

Luma Lynai

Lana Lang

Laura Lang

Louise Lincoln

dinah Laurel Lance

Linda Lang

Lena Luther

MasterMind

May Melinda

Miles Morales (og 42)

Meows Morales

Michael Morbius

Multiverse of Madness

MilkMan Man

Mateo Maximoff

Marya Maximoff

Mole Man

Mister Mxyptlk “Mxy”

M’gann M’orzz/Megan Morse/Miss Martian

Mia “Maps” Mizoguchi

Mary Marvel

Miguel Montez

Music Master

Mr. Miracle

Mirror Master

Mad Mod

Malcolm Merlyn

Maria Mercedes Mooney

Matches Malone

Monsieur Mallah

Nia Nal

Olivia Octavius (doctor Octopus/doc Ock)

Pepper Potts

Peter Parker(s)

Pabitr Prabhakav

Peni Parker

Peter Porker

Pedro Peña

Penny Plunderer

Quasar’s Quantum bands

Quentin Quale

Reed Richards

Rocket Raccoon

Richard Rider

Roberto “Robbie” Reyes (og 69)

Rachel Roth (Raven)

Ronald Raymond

SlapStick

Sun Spider

Scarlet Spider

Serpent Society

Super Skrull

Silver Sable/Silvija Sablinova

Sinister Syndicate

Sinister Six

Steven Strange (dr Strange)

Sybil Silverlock

Susan “Sue” Storm

Spider-Society

Samuel Sterns

Sebastian Shaw

Suicide Squad

Star Sapphire

Silver St. Cloud

Secret Six

Pter Ptarker (TT)

Taneleer Tivan

Tyros The Terrible (Terrax)

Teen Titans

Titans Tomorrow

Tom Turbine

Traci Thirteen

Unus the Untouchable

Vicki Vale

Valerie Vale

Web Warriors

Wade Winston Wilson

Wallace “Wally” West

Wallace “ace” West II

Wonder Woman

Warlock the Wizard

Wizards & Warlocks

Zatanna Zatara

Zachary Zatara

Zilius Zox

Duela Dent Napier Nigma

Cooper Coen/Web Weaver

Matthew Michael “Matt” Murdock/DareDevil

Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel

Otto Octavius (doctor Octopus/doc Ock)/Superior Spider-man

Victor Von doom/Doctor Doom

Warren Worthington III/ArchAngel

Cassandra “Cass” Cain/Black Bat

J’onn J’onnz/John Jones/Hank Henshaw/Martian Manhunter

Kei Kawade/Kaiju Kid(/Kid Kaiju)

Mitchell Mayo/Condiment King

Max Mercury/Windrunner Whip WhirlWind

Red Robin/Joker Junior

Cletus Cortland Kassidy (Carnage)

Clark Kent

Conner “Kon” Kent

Chemical King

Carrie Kelley

Killer Croc

Karen Crane

Seaboard City

Total alliteration: 207

[lericekrispie]

PD time have some Mark Wavelength Winters headcanons-

Mark met his wife through a job. Come on now, his wife had to know about what he did and she was okay with it? My headcannon is she was probably was an independent vigilante/bounty hunter working for money and she and Mark got set on the same target at the same time. Give it like Batman Catwoman energy. Her powers had to be like Ashe's, like a magical energy. She had the natural silver hair, the book is an heirloom but she could never open it.

He proposed but she did a lot of nudging. They would go shopping and she would stop by ring stores and try them on, "oh doesn't this look just natural on my finger?" Miss Winters would also make them stop and look at wedding dresses and flower shops and cake shops. Mark was pretty dense when it came to her hints, sue him he doesn't read minds.

She was a high spender, Mark liked being comfortable but he could also live dirt cheap. She bought a lot of witchy things like crystals, tarot cards, jewelry, and diamonds. Miss Winters was beautiful and liked to feel beautiful. Again pulling on big Catwoman energy.

Mark took her last name.

The wedding was gorgeous.

It was a lot easier for Miss Winters to leave the business rather than Mark, bc she worked for herself while Mark was caught up in a Mafia/syndicate. They wanted to leave/retire to raise a family.

When she got pregnant and was expecting, Mark asked to retire, Overlord pushed him to stay. Mark stayed until Ashe was born, then the two packed up shop and moved across the country undercover and under the radar, hiding from Overlord. They managed to hide for four years. Mark had asked Tide to help cover his tracks, and Tide agreed to help. Part of the reason why they stayed hidden for so long.

Mark was called by an old family member who asked for help. Miss Winters didn't want him to go, she felt that something bad would happen, the energy was wrong, but he said he had to go. It was a trap to lure him out, Mark fought and lost. He was offered death or the mercy to return to working for Overlord. He had tried to get away, but there was no escaping his old life.

This is when he got experimented on, to be a better fighter (the technology is fairly new it needs to be later in the timeline). It reminds him constantly who he 'belongs to'. He never tried to take care of that part of himself, neglecting to change bandages or take meds or even explore what new things he could do bc he hated it and wanted to rip the scales from his skin. It was a violation of himself.

He was missing for half a year before it was safe for him to see his family again. He had to keep them secret. Miss Winters thought Mark had died. Ashe was 4 and a half.

Ashe was 10 when she died.

When Overlord died Mark was freed but he was sent directly to prison, his son possessed unable to do anything, he had lost everything again. Once again he was powerless over his own life and decisions and had to do what he was forced to.

When Mark escaped prison, he was able to find an old safe house he had set up. It's a dingey pre-paid motel room that hidden in a vent is $1,000, a singular hand glove that connects to his powers but is about the equivalent of an extreme taser (nowhere near his suit power), a week of canned food and water, and a burner phone with two numbers saved. His wife's and Tide's.

(Side note someone should help me brainstorm names for Her!!! I'm tired of calling her Mark's Dead Wife she deserves a Name!)

[torntruth]

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